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The champion uncle is Marx Murray, and he has been practicing boxing with a retired boxer since he was a child.

When he was eighteen years old, his mother suffered from a terminal illness. For money, he had to put aside his principles and go to the chaotic underground black market to act as an underground boxer.

Relying on his talent and skills, Murray quickly became famous in the underground boxing ring, but he knew that this kind of work could not be done for too long. Sooner or later, there would be stronger and more talented people to knock him down, and it was different from the regular ring...

After falling down in this crazy ghost place, there will be no chance to stand up again.

After two months, Murray earned some money to pay for his mother's first phase of medical expenses. He planned to die before the ring and exit the underground boxing ring.

At the same time, his teacher entrusted his relationship and arranged a chance to play a regular game for Murray.

On the last night he left, the owner of the underground boxing market, the local gangster boss, came to Murray, and said he had a crush on his skills and promised to give him a high salary every month and hire Murray as a bodyguard.

A choice appeared before the young Murray:

One is the boxing arena in his dream, but no one can guarantee that he can achieve something, and Murray is not sure whether his mother's body can last until he succeeds.

The other is to act as a bodyguard for the gang boss, and there will definitely be some "staining hands" interspersed in the middle, but there is definitely plenty of money.

The young Murray hesitated and eventually he chose money.

In this way, Murray gave up his dream and became the guard of the gangster boss. In this process, he hurt many people, good people, bad people or strangers.

For the sake of her mother's high medical expenses, Murray gritted his teeth and insisted on doing it.

Twenty years later, Murray's mother died of illness, and the gang boss died long ago in pursuit of the enemy, and their group also disbanded.

Murray buried his past life in his heart, never mentioned boxing again, found a job in a factory, and built an ordinary but warm enough family.

This kind of life Murray thought it would last for a lifetime until one day last year, a group of people broke into the house while he was at work and brutally killed Murray's wife and daughter.

What happened later is like the traditional revenge movie narrated. A middle-aged uncle clenched his fists again, looking for clues, and killing the bastards who hurt his wife and daughter one by one.

However, when Murray saw the mastermind behind the scenes, he was stunned.

It was a disabled person sitting in a wheelchair and losing two legs and one eye.

He is the guy Murray had hurt when he was working under the gangster boss, and Murray cut off his legs with his own hands.

Before Murray could do it, the man smiled and pulled the trigger, ending his life.

He achieved revenge, he was satisfied, while Murray was in the deepest pain.

If he had not chosen to work under the gangster, if he had not started a family, if he could have gone home early on the day of the incident...

Murray considered whether to commit suicide. At this moment, the truth approached Murray's life and brought him new hope.

"Truth, you are our hope! Let's go quickly with the things in the coffin, I'll hold them!"

The champion uncle stood at the front and blocked Zhang Ming's sight with his broad body for his companion. He clenched his fists, slightly folded his jaw, and made a boxing posture. With this movement, a breeze spread around him as the center.

Zhang Ming stared at the champion uncle vigilantly.

"What is his ability?" Zhang Ming asked Dior.

Dior used his vampire's advantage and quickly explained while quickly recovering his wounds: "Similar to a field, the range is about ten meters centered on him."

"At this distance, you can't use weapons, your legs can only be used to move, and you can't use them to hit your opponent. You can only fight with that guy like a boxer."

Zhang Ming thought of something: "Where is the remote attack?"

"It is not possible to use within ten meters, so it is normal to leave this range. However, that guy is very fast and sensitive to dangerous intuition. Ordinary long-range attacks can't hit him at all."

Zhang Ming probably understood the ability of the champion uncle. He would force his opponent to the ring and fight with the rules he was most familiar with. Moreover, Zhang Ming noticed that the champion uncle's fist emitted a faint light, and his body should have been strengthened by his ability, otherwise the power of an ordinary person would not have beaten Dior to the point of bruising and swollen.

"Our goal is not the champion uncle. The man standing behind him and recovering his body is the truth."

Zhang Ming told Dior about the truth and disaster stars in a few simple words.

"Let's act together, you will deal with the champion uncle, I will find a way to go around and kill the truth." Zhang Ming said.

After exchanging information, Zhen Rui's body has recovered most of the time, just as the chest is close to the heart, and there is still a wound that is slowly healing.

The blood flowing out of the truth is black. Not long after it flows out of the body, it evaporates and vaporizes, and smells of rotten meat.

"action!"

Zhang Ming and Dior separated and attacked from both left and right directions.

The champion uncle's footsteps became light and he was beating back and forth slightly, and a weak voice came from behind him: "...speed, strength, and reaction increased."

Truth added three states to the champion uncle in one breath, and then he spit out a mouthful of black blood and helped the elf to the edge of the coffin.

There were no corpses in the coffin, as expected, containing hundreds of fist-sized Terrigan stones. This is the secret treasure left by Tutkamon, and the foundation of the Pharaoh's control of ancient Egypt.

Truth pointed to the coffin and said, "Follow me."

The huge golden coffin slowly floated up and followed the truth, he looked at the disaster star again, the elves and the tracer said, "Have wings."

A pair of angel-like pure white wings suddenly appeared behind the people. This was obviously not the first time that the truth gave them the ability to fly. They skillfully controlled their wings and gradually took off.

"Impact." Truth said to the bricks and stones above the head, and the bricks and stones began to blur under the shock wave.

"Don't try to run!"

Zhang Ming came to the right side of the champion uncle, Dior was on the left side, and each of the three was about two meters away. The champion uncle could only choose to intercept one person.

He chose Zhang Ming.

He slipped sideways and flashed to Zhang Ming's side. His fist shone with white light, like a falling meteorite, hitting Zhang Ming's ribs.

Experience tells the champion uncle that this punch will definitely hit. He even thought about the next order of punching. For this dangerous opponent, he must keep suppressing it at all times.

But just as the fist was about to touch Zhang Ming, he disappeared and then appeared behind the champion uncle.

At this time, Zhenli and his men flapped their wings and flew to a height of more than ten meters.

Due to damage to the flying boots, Zhang Ming lost his ability to fly. He kicked on the wall and jumped up to a height of three meters. Before his body fell down, he threw out the ridiculous lock.

The dark magic chains quickly chased after them, wrapping them up to the ankle of Truth.

"Stay away from me." The truth said.

The magic chain was repelled by the shock wave, but Zhang Ming did not give up. He shook his wrist and removed the impact on the chain to wrap his head towards the tracer who fell on the back.

Captured!

"Truth! I'm entangled!" The tracer cried.

He is just a middle school student under fifteen years old. He has always been following everyone, using his own abilities to crack some secrets, and has never really been on the battlefield. Now that he is caught by Zhang Ming, the tracer is afraid of death, and countless regrets appear in his heart.

Zhang Ming pulled the absurd lock and used the power of the tracer to fly into the air.

The next second, he can step on the tracer as a pedal and catch up with the truth.

Truth turned his head and glanced at the tracer, eyes full of pity and tenderness.

"Child, we will remember your contribution to the world..."

The tracer shouted: "No...no! I haven't been arrested yet, I don't want to die! Truth! True--"

Bang!

A blood mist appeared in the sky.